Come sleep against my sleep, in this narrow bed intended for a prisoner or an ascetic, some warm part of you always in my cold radius, the distance between us as small as that the wind traverses between two reeds of grass and as large as that between the moon and its ruffled reflection in the bay.

Note: Written during Alison Balsom's superb (and free - O, how I love thee, New York) performance, on the trumpet, of Manuel de Falla's song "Nana" (Spanish for "lullaby") last evening, as part of the "Free for All" concert series at The Town Hall. Also if you are in New York the next two Sundays, you must go to the next two concerts, as I would: the complete set of Brahms's "Sonatas for violin and piano", as well as Bach's "Well-Tempered Klavier" will be performed!